[video]

[hot_mes]

[perhaps this is a couple of days overdue but Law was honestly hoping someone more altruistic than him would make this message. Nope. So it's up to Dr. Asshole. Also, still shirtless and yes, without his hat today.]

Obviously, it's hot.

Those of you who've been underground for more than six months - especially the ones who haven't seen the sun in years - pay attention. This information is for everyone but particularly you.

Limit your exposure. Cover your damn skin if you haven't been exposed to sunlight in a year or you're going to burn to a crisp. We can treat burns but exacerbating it will only leave you vulnerable to infection. Don't be doing anything strenuous during the hottest part of the day, save it for first thing in the morning or after the large sun goes down. And for fuck's sake drink more water than you think you need. If you don't feel thirsty that means you're already affected.

Heat exhaustion can kill. And I don't think anyone wants to be dead right now.

[and, well, if anyone hasn't quite noticed the water effects yet...] Sorrow's temple water supply is my personal choice. But don't make that trek during the blazing heat if you're nearer to a different one.

video;

[multivitamins]

[ Someone is doing their best to not look upset, stiff upper lip right? It's not working all that well. Eddie should be happy he survived through the invasion and all, but there's more pressing things on his mind right now.]

My friend Bill is missing. He's a bit taller than me, looks smart and talks with a stutter. Has anyone seen or heard from him?

[ No one has explained the concept of people going home yet, so the idea the friend he looks up to has just vanished is unfathomable.]

If anyone sees him please tell him he's an asshole and I'm going to kill him for this.

twelfth; voice (live through this and you won't look back)

[bekommen]

[The dust has settled, the suns have risen, and Nick survived, sure, but she's struggling with what survival in this instance means. So she's turned to her old trusty coping mechanism - alcohol, an emergency bottle she'd stashed away for just in case. She's not completely trashed by the time she starts talking, just drunk enough to feel as fragile as necessary to talk about herself with strangers about things she doesn't normally open up about.]

You know, I've been thinkin' ... now that we actually got time to think again ... how many of y'all fought in wars before? 'Cause we don't really got wars where I'm from. I mean - there are wars, sure, but nothin' like what happened here. Not anywhere near me, anyway - the last war that happened in my country was like, a hundred and some years ago. Wars are somethin' you read about in history books, or watch movies about, or you see on the TV, in the news, happening in other countries so far away you don't even really know where they are on the map.

[A pause; the slosh of liquid against glass as she takes another swig.]

I, uh - I grew up in a real small town in the middle of nowhere, and a lot of the kids in my school had dreams of joining the military and fighting to defend freedom or whatever, but that was never me. I didn't have dreams of doing anything with my life. Hell, I figured I'd be dead by the time I got as old as I am now.

[A whole twenty-seven years old. Practically a grandma, right?]

But I - I had this friend I made here, a while back - he's gone now, but he'd lived for like, a thousand years. He'd been through wars, personally, and we had this mind-link thing happen once, on accident, when Confusion first turned up. I got to see what war was like, through his eyes. It was every bit as awful as the history books and TV reports and movies will have you believe, but ... it still wasn't anything like what happened here.

[She misses Ushahin, even though he was gone by the time she returned. She misses Chris, too, now that he's disappeared. She inhales a shaky breath, and it's not enough to keep her voice from wavering.]

I don't - sorry, I don't really know what I'm doin' here, y'know? I'm just a bartender from Chicago - I used to sing in a band. I'm not a fighter. I'm not a hero.

[And then, muffled, through her hand, before she kills the feed:] ... This is stupid.